Lost in the Moment

“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.” (Emily Dickinson)

I feel the air rush in
and out.
My heartbeat
shakes my soul,
it sounds so loud.
I realize my eyebrows
are knit together,
accompanied by
a pensive
frown

now

the time I
so neglect,
planner full
of the future,
painful mistakes
coursing through my
memory,
regret,

anxiety obscures
the moment,
feelings blurring out
my thoughts,

you see my eyes glazed over,
oh, i'm just thinking,
I forgot.

Painting swirls of melancholy
o'er the streaks of sunshine
on the ground

I smile, needing to escape
this pensive isolation,
and laughter turns the
whole day around.